I Am Waiting For Them Poem by Tamiz Ludi

The runner says he will turn this time around
those who are running along the edge of the ditch
I sing the praises of their courage
Those who are baking their hands in the fire of pain

Those who are born dead
Who stood up for them
Disillusioned, I kneel effortlessly
Those who have fallen into the grip of defeat
Says to crush
I raised my hand to my forehead and saluted them

I am waiting for them
After those tumultuous breakdowns
The burning desert wants to fill with grain.